Apparently, this approach really does work.
The term layoff is horrific when referring to employment.
But attach it to the subject of potty training, and I say, "Bring on the pink slip!"
My son needs to believe that he is in control of using the potty. He needs to think he is in charge of this. And wouldn't you know that he has been accident free for 2 days now. And that includes EVERYTHING, people. EVERYTHING. I think the boy has actually shocked himself.
I only began this new approach on, what? Tuesday?
No, no, no, I certainly don't believe we are done. We have however, turned a corner. Today we actually traveled down an entirely new street.
I am calmer. Zane is more calm. George is more calm. Everyone has just calmed down. We don't focus on it. And, as a result, potty training has lost its "power".
Quite simply, Zane just took himself to the bathroom each time he needed to go today. He then washed his hands, announced that he had gone, and visited the treasure box. I said a very subdued "good job", told him what a big boy he was, and then dropped the discussion and went about my business.
I shut up.
I shut up and got out of his way.
I laid myself off.
I look good in pink.